I wrote her name in a poem, hoping to crack into her unbreakable obsession with abstinence. Absent my faith in someone like me, a crooked smile with… Read more “Charity Over Chastity”
Category: pop punk
Reward Money
“This cup of cold coffee is barely keeping me awake,” Sandra said, yawning with her hands planted firmly on the steering wheel. Sandra glanced over, then returned… Read more “Reward Money”
We’re Done
The thought of love without himshifts the ground beneath her feet.Whatever he meant, he said it instead.A cool breeze pulls her ponytail southbound,and tears spread across her… Read more “We’re Done”
Pity Party
Me, dis-invited?I figured as much.Don’t blame attendees.My affections claw at my sleeve,examining the world over my voice.Settling in your head,ruminating over last night’sbedroom talk.What’s best for usis… Read more “Pity Party”
Letters To A Crush
What’s convenient for meis weaker than life implies.The essence of a serene grinin a benevolent breathwashes fantasies off our bedsheets.I’m clinging onto a crumpled dream,one I’ve only… Read more “Letters To A Crush”
Risky Tryst
I’m the onlyone scatteredover our clotheswhen the morningcomes, shatteredover what wejust did.Sultry moans controlour breathing.The candle flamesflicker betweensalty passionate kisses.I’ve gotbut one mistaketo embracewhen the eveningsweeps warmthof… Read more “Risky Tryst”
Naive Newlyweds
Vows on restlesslips cause calmshe’s the onlyone I’ve gotto lose controlwithin sheetsmade of satinsent by hermother last Christmas.If Mommy onlyknew it washer and me,sexing with candleson a… Read more “Naive Newlyweds”
Sober Dad
(Published at The Writers Club) A man lifts his headas puddled droolspreads on the floor.Piss wets his jeans.A cigarette burn stainsthe edge of the sofa.The woman he… Read more “Sober Dad”
Death And Empty Pockets
The pastor gaveher funeral wordsin the southat a chapelI’d never beento pretend everythingwas just fine.It’s not andit never was.My heart breaksnot for himbut tears, theyspread for me.Unproud… Read more “Death And Empty Pockets”
Faith In Forgiveness
She tells the hours to,but they never leave.What’s a gal to dowhen the leaves screamin blindness through silence?An apology to Godshe can’t do it untilshe knows it’s… Read more “Faith In Forgiveness”
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